Текст песни Скрябiн - Люди чекають

I'll raise money to get on the train
And as always, a ticket to the best places
I will find a piece of paper under the warm tea
And so a completely new verse will be born

Oh, the train takes me
Knocking wheels familiar rhythm
Oh, the platforms are flying
People on the platforms are waiting for winter

There is a TV window in my compartment
Since childhood, I love the best movies in the world
Cars are waiting there at the crossings
And strangers call me ...

Oh, the train takes me
Knocking wheels familiar rhythm
Oh, the platforms are flying
People on the platforms are waiting for winter

Somewhere ahead, the stations are waiting
And those kiosks don't have yesterday's newspapers
After the concert, I pack my guitar
And again a ticket to the best place